The ones who’ve seen the woods like me,
By Raya
Let’s have a funeral for the people we used to be,
I am now fully awakeThe grogginess that the morning brings has gone awayI am fuelled by a few cups of tea and half a bananaI sit alone…
When the world pulls you underwater
Reminiscences of My Childhood
In those old glass stains, I used to imagine
A Poem
Cold and dark,trees stand exposed.
It is not lost on methat this life I’m livingcould be vastly different.
Only in early June at 8 PMcan you smell burgers cookingas kids pedal like mad for one morepass down…
It’s been eleven years here,and the paint is peeling off the garage.
A poem of seasons
White-breasted, charcoal-colored,the juncos linger before taking flight…